The pen felt heavy in Sarah's hand, heavier than the anxieties that had weighed her down for so long. Yesterday's victory, that fragile peace, felt like a distant memory now, threatened by the familiar tide of negative thoughts. She'd promised herself she'd journal daily, a commitment she'd made to herself, and to God. But the blank page mocked her, a stark white canvas reflecting the emptiness she felt. She took a deep breath, remembering Jennie Allen's words – “Submit your mind to Christ.” It sounded simple, but the practice was anything but.

She started with a prayer, a simple plea for clarity, for strength, for guidance. She asked God to help her see the lies that her mind was telling her, the distortions of reality that kept her trapped. She asked for the wisdom to discern truth from falsehood, and the courage to choose faith over fear. As she prayed, a sense of calm began to settle over her, a quiet peace that felt like a gentle hand on her shoulder. It wasn't a dramatic transformation, but a subtle shift, a quiet assurance that she wasn't alone in this battle.